A fucking DOG TALE

So this week was probably quite a shitty one, because first, it was so unproductive, two, I made a new enemy, three, URGH I feel like I'm losing my mind.

I feel like talking about the second part. Making a new enemy.

Now that, is not something you hear occasionally. Unless you enjoy making new enemies WTF. In which the enemy in my case place me in a difficult (if not, very) position.

Oh wait before that, I've just had this crazy dilemma over going to my last class or not. And I chose not to, considering that it's the last class, but somehow that guilt grew in me, and IDK I think I lost my mind for a sec. Or more.

So I went out to get my flip flops to go out for breakfast. And to my fucking horror, I saw pee next to my fucking flip flop. URINE. It's fucking URINE!

Human with no conscience at all might have done that but as far as I'm concern I'm living with perfectly sane people in the house so the only creature who could have done this, was the dog.

So my morning is sort of screwed so-much-thanks to my guilt and horrendous dilemma FML, and now, I saw pee next to my flip flop (and well it's not actually next like, next it's just that the pee was really close, and I think I'm quite sure that some drops would have stained my flip flop.

So I damnright got mad like DOH. Not to mention my spoilt morning and now, PEE NEXT TO MY FUCKING FLIP FLOP.

So I utter the noun: "Fucker".

And I continued: "That fucker peed next to my flip flop! OMG you're such an asshole."

There. 2 nouns and an adjective early morning. Sorry I was pissed. Oh and you know what can make my morning even worse? His owner was there. Witnessing the whole fucking agenda.

So she said: "So next time you should put your stuffs inside!"

And mind you she said it in a tone like, IDK when you mom nags you and you go like, "yes, mom".

But her tone adds a little hidden anger that sounds like: don't you fucking curse my dog you idiot.

So I just shrugged (LOUD) and left the place. I got back up a few mins later because I lost my damn appetite, and there it is. That creature barking at me, waving his furry tail, licking my finger when I patted on that son-of-a-bitch.

Then the owner goes: "Boy! Come here!". Brought him to her room, and closed the door.

Oh did I mention that the owner of the dog, is my landlord? THAT'S SO AWESOME YO!

IDK I just have this, stuff, or shit I can't live under another people's unit. I complain about their place sometimes not being clean enough, stinky, dirty, dusty, because I'm used to home where it's sparkling all the time, dust free, clean throughout the day. God, sometimes I really miss my mom.

Then someone goes: complain so much then stay at home lar. stay with other people talk so much (mind you that's my conscience speaking).

So my other side sayd: FUCK YOU LAR I DON'T COMPLAIN THEN YOU WANT ME TO HIDE MY FEELINGS IS IT HAH.

I know, I know, that I would have to confront her about it. And I was ready when I turn the door knob open! Until I heard that freaking dog barked my heart starting pounding and urgh, I lost my guts.

Now I'm worried I might catch some disease cause I have dog's urine under my sole. FML!

Ohh and here I might add, the fucking dog scratched me last time. His nails were so damn long I've been dreading for days wondering why isn't his owner giving him a manicure and a pedicure, and since his damn nails were long and sharp, he left my left thigh bleeding and it confirms to leave a scar!

FUCK YOU, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH. No longer do I care for you. Damnit he's making me hate dogs now.